by Robin Fate
“I want to feel you inside me,” she told him, panting as she twisted frantically.
“I’m getting there,” he said, and then he went down on his knees.
“Wha—what are you doing?”
Caleb put his mouth on her, and Amber felt stars explode inside her head. His tongue was doing crazy things to her and she could feel the pressure build. She held on to his hair and began to grind her lips as he lapped at her. When she felt as though she could not take much more, he pulled back. She opened her eyes and saw him rolling on the condom. When he was done, he reached for her and then placed one of her legs against his waist. That brought the tip of his cock against her clit and a flood of hot liquid rushed to the spot. She moved restlessly, needing to feel him inside, but he held back until a small whimper escaped from her lips.
Suddenly, he drove right into her until he was buried deep to the hilt. The feeling was so intense that they both groaned. Then he withdrew again and slammed back into her.
“Amber, this is ah—fuck!”
“Yes, damn…” She held on to him and met each of his thrusts with one of hers. Finally, she felt her body go tense as the pleasure began to build. He reached out and pinched her nipples and that sent her off the edge. She screamed his name as fireworks went off in her head and she shattered into a million pieces. Somewhere far away, she heard Caleb shout as he found his own release. He smiled, laughed, and wrapped his arms around her.
After a few minutes of recovery and re-clothing, Caleb looked up at Amber with a smile on his face.
“Want to go again?” he asked.
Amber blinked.
“Really? You can do that?” she questioned.
Caleb nodded.
"Caleb," she asked, smiling innocently. "Could you give me a hand in conference room B? I need someone to cast an eye over one of my reports."
"Sure," Caleb answered.
Down the hallway, Amber went into Conference Room B, the only conference room without a window into the main office pit. The door opened quietly and Caleb appeared sheepishly at the door.
“Come in.” Amber closed the door behind him, flicking the lock into place quietly.
“You look amazing, Amber,” Caleb said again, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. “You were beautiful before, but today, you’re just so much more confident.”
“Thank you.” Amber smiled, touched that he had thought her beautiful, even as her usual mousey self. “Let me show you how confident I really am”
With her eyes locked on to Caleb’s, she slowly took off her blazer. She walked towards him, biting her bottom lip. Standing directly in front of him, she turned around and looked back over her shoulder. “Can you unzip me, please?”
Silently, Caleb reached up and slowly brought the zipper down the whole way to Amber’s lower back. Amber pulled the dress down over her body until it was a puddle at her feet. Turning to face Caleb, she watched as he drank her in.
Even from where she stood, she could see his erection straining. Amber unclasped her bra and dropped it on the ground. Caleb groaned and rubbed his cock through his pants as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his mouth. His hands reached out and began to fondle her breasts. Amber stood up quickly and shook her head at him. “Not just yet.”
Caleb groaned once more as Amber turned her back to him. This time, she bent at the waist and removed her black panties, leaving her suspender bet in place. She stood up slowly and turned around to face Caleb. He had his cock in his hand, stroking it and looking at Amber like he wanted to eat her. Amber knelt before him and brought his cock to her lips, lightly brushing it against them like she was applying lipstick.
“Oh my god, Amber, that feels so good.” Caleb moaned.
Amber smiled innocently, and promptly shoved his cock in her mouth. Caleb shuddered and tingled with pleasure.
Caleb couldn’t help it. He thrust it just a little further inside … but pulled back when he realized he was beginning to face-fuck her.
“I’m getting carried away. Sorry, Amber!”
Amber responded by shoving her mouth all the way down to the base.
“God damn, Amber! Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, concerned.
Amber nodded, mostly with her eyes, and gave him a look of encouragement. She briefly slid his wet cock out of her mouth to speak.
“I actually have no gag reflex. It’s kind of nice. Caleb,” she began.
“Really?” he responded.
“I want you to face-fuck me, Caleb. I promise you won’t hurt me.”
Caleb looked shocked. “Are you absolutely sure? I can start slow…”
“Start slow, and work your way up. I’ll give you a hand signal if I want you to stop,” as she made a motion with her right hand. “Caleb”—she looked almost giddy—“one more thing.”
“Hmm?” he responded.
“I need you to fuck my face until you cum down my throat,” she ordered..
Caleb nodded.
Amber dove her mouth down on Caleb’s cock once again. She gave him a quick nod with her eyes and awaited his movement.
Caleb began thrusting, slow at first.
Amber seemed okay, so far.
Caleb felt incredible. He couldn’t help but speed up. Worried he would hurt her, he periodically slowed down and looked at Amber to reassure himself. Amber looked at him with encouragement. She wanted this. His thrusts intensified. He began fucking Amber’s face at nearly the velocity he’d use during sex, and she was handling it with grace.
“Oh my god…” Caleb moaned.
Amber looked up at him with innocent eyes that practically begged for his throbbing cock.
Caleb’s thrusts became deeper, harder. He was no longer worried he would hurt her. She could clearly handle it. He grabbed her by the head and began fucking her face full force until he climaxed. In a fit of ecstasy, his cock buried deep in Amber’s mouth, he began to cum down her throat. Amber was loving every minute of it.
Mid-climax, someone outside tried the handle of the door. Caleb was still pumping cum into Amber’s mouth as they both noticed the intruder. Amber slid his cock out of her mouth, but the motion of his flesh against her tongue further intensified his orgasm. As his cock pulled out of Amber’s mouth, he sprayed cum all over her face and neck. Amber couldn’t help but giggle. The two leaped up, Caleb stuffing his erection back into his pants and Amber throwing the black dress back over her head. Thankfully, they had remembered to lock the door, and the visitor left upon coming to this realization. Amber shoved her bra and panties into her purse as Caleb did up her dress. She pulled on her blazer while Caleb stood with his ear to the door to make sure the intruder was long gone.
She gave him another cheeky wink and strutted down the hallway, back to her desk, covered in his cum. Caleb stood and watched in awe.
She was happy to be of service.
Amber’s dress was soaked. Rain barreled down the gargantuan concrete walls of the building’s foundations around her as she stood at the entrance to a parking garage. Her left hand held a cell phone, dimly lit in the dusk, and the words “I think we should see other people” illuminated the screen.
Fingers, trembling against the sides of her phone, desperately gripped it and shielded it from the rain. Her hair, drenched, covered most of her face, but an expression of horror was clearly visible.
Every thought she put together was immediately halted by the stomach-churning, heart-wrenching despair that comes in such situations.
Amber arrived back at her apartment, a place of solace. The unnecessarily-large pile of blankets and comforters on her bed called to her. She would sleep on it before deciding anything. Holding back tears, she wrapped herself in the warm embrace of her bedding and slept until the sun came up.
The crisp blinds let the sun rays in, occasionally dancing in, around, and all about her comforter, the occasional ray landing warmly on her face as she slowly woke up. Amber decided not to call him. Not to text him. Not to give him another damn minute of her
time.
A text message? Really? She was furious, but respected herself too much to obsess over this guy who clearly didn’t have the balls to say any of this in person. Besides, she had to go to work. It was going to be a long day.
After a week, Amber was over him. It was time to move on. She hadn’t slept with anyone else in a while, but she sure did want to. It was Friday, and she resolved to find someone to share her bed before the weekend was up.
Neon lights, pool cues, drifting smoke through dimly lit rooms, soft jazz in the background—the atmosphere wasn’t bad. Amber had never been to this bar before, and definitely felt like a stranger in a strange land. Brave as she was feeling, she decided to go for it.
Now, she thought, how exactly does a girl pick up a guy at a bar? Amber had never been on this side of things, but went for it anyway. Let’s see… yeah, he’s kind of cute, I guess. Maybe. I’m not sure. Amber’s thoughts quickly judged every guy her eyes could catch a glimpse of. Sure, she was objectifying them. But that’s what she was looking for, right? I mean, if he turns out to be a swell guy and relationship material, that’s great, but not really the point of tonight. I need to get laid. Big time.
Beard, check. Tall, check. Muscular, check. Sophisticated, well dressed, but not overly formal. He seemed to have kind eyes. It wasn’t clear why, but she became curious. Rolled up sleeves, check. Forearms? Oh god, yes. He was a good catch. Amber decided she would talk to him and, if nothing else, she’d have a story to tell her best friend Lizzy. Slowly approaching him, Amber tapped him on his well-defined shoulder.
“Hey there,” Amber said, trying to inch in a little bit of confidence.
“Hmm? Oh.” He turned around, catching a glimpse of Amber for the first time. “Hey. Do … I know you?” he asked.
“Nope. I’m Amber,” she responded.
“Nice to meet you, Amber.” He slyly offered up a hand shake, which she confidently declined.
“Come with me. I... Want to ask you something.” Amber said, thinking it sounded mysterious.
“Uh, hmm.” He looked at his wolf pack of friends. “Okay.” He reluctantly agreed.
Amber walked across the room, gesturing back towards him to follow her closely, and found an unoccupied nook-around-the-corner with two small, comfortable chairs near a fireplace. No one else was around. Perfect.
Amber sat down. “Sorry, it was kind of loud back there. I saw you and wanted to talk to you.”
“That’s okay. You wanted to talk to me?”
Amber just looked at him for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to say, but wished her body could just silently and subtly do the talking for her.
“I…” she started, but lost her train of thought. Every sentence seemed to derail the conversation into I-want-to-sleep-with-you, which she wasn’t prepared to imply.
“I’m Ryan, by the way,” he volunteered.
Amber couldn’t believe she hadn’t even asked his name.
“Oh! Fuck! I’m sorry. I’m being so impolite. I’m just a little flustered.” Amber’s cheeks turned bright red.
He smiled. She laughed, a little nervous.
No words were exchanged for the next fifteen seconds, but a pair of smiles, locked eyes, and the proximity of chairs to the fireplace set things in motion. It seemed to fall into place, clearly. Amber felt relieved and newly confident.
“This is weird, right?” Amber quipped.
“Kind of.” he responded. “I’m still here, though.”
“That you are,” Amber said. “Do you… work around here?”
“Down the street, actually. Finance for a non-profit,” he responded.
Amber suddenly realized she was headed down the get-to-know-you, go-on-a-date path. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Remembering what she came here for, she summoned up some vigor and abruptly changed the topic.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Amber said. She was inwardly shocked at her own impromptu bravado.
“What?” he responded. This was the point of no return.
“I said … do you want to fuck me?”
“We just met, you know.”
“I know. Do you want to put your cock in my mouth?”
A few more moments went by without an answer.
Amber reached out for his palm.
He didn’t back away. He let her grab his hand, and their fingers immediately interlocked. Ryan immediately turned his head side to side to check for onlookers.
Ryan finally responded. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” He let out a half-laugh.
“No catch. I promise.”
Another moment of silence passed.
“Okay. Your place, or mine?” He tilted his head.
“Mine.” Amber nodded.
They both grinned, relieved.
Fifteen minutes later, Amber fumbled for her keys outside her apartment door. She was horny and in a rush—a bad combination. Ryan waited patiently, letting out a kind laugh. “Having some trouble?” he teased her.
“Quiet, you!” Amber responded.
Ryan decided to take things a step further and, while Amber tried to unlock the door, grabbed her around the waist, tickling her lightly.
“No! The neighbors will hear!” Amber said as she let out a squeal in response to his playfulness.
“They’re not my neighbors,” Ryan added.
“You’re bad.”
Ryan slapped her on the ass with a big grin across his face.
Amber smiled and rolled her eyes.
Eventually, the door was unlocked, and the pair rushed straight towards the bedroom. Grabbing her outstretched hand as she ran, Ryan twirled her around, picked her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. Amber melted in his muscular arms. She could spend eternity wrapped up in his forearms. Protected. Safe. Warm. Comforted.
But right now, she was horny as hell. Amber quickly started unbuttoning his pants and tore off his belt.
“I need you to fuck me,” she said. “Hard, okay?”
“That,” Ryan responded, “I can do.”
Amber grinned.
Ryan had boxer briefs on underneath his dark gray dress pants. His cock was bulging at the seams of his tight undergarments, barely able to hold itself inside. Amber ran her hand against the fabric around it, and immediately felt wet with anticipation for what she was about to receive. This was incredible.
“Oh god. You’re rock hard already,” Amber told him.
“I know. It started when you grabbed my hand back at the bar.”
“That soon?”
“Well… you did ask me to put my cock in your mouth.”
“Oh yeah.” Amber smiled, being coy. “About that…” She lowered herself down to his manhood.
Slowly, Amber pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal her prize. She took her time. First, an inch … and then another. She was incredibly wet. It took everything she had to resist the urge to put his mighty beast of a throbbing cock between her legs right now and just fuck him until they came together like rolling thunder.
But she was determined to savor the moment. As she pulled down the last remaining portion of his boxer briefs, revealing the full depth and breadth of his manhood, she took a moment to appreciate the work of art that lay before her. It was almost … beautiful. Is it possible for a penis to be beautiful? she thought.
Reaching her right hand around the side, she gently caressed his rock-hard pelvis before working her way down to his cock. She felt tingles as she made contact. Ryan’s cock reacted to her touch, twitching slightly, getting harder and harder.
Amber was full of adrenaline, ready to take him inside of her, but decided to get him rock hard before letting the warmth between her legs out to play. To encourage him, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and showed off some cleavage, a willing offering to the monument of his manhood.
Ryan took notice, of course, and grabbed hold of either side of Amber’s shirt, lifting it above her head. He skillfully unbuttoned her bra, which fell, sliding down her body like s
ilk, revealing her ample breasts. His cock hardened, becoming fully erect in Amber’s hand, ready and willing to be inside of her. Ryan liked what he saw, and Amber was happy.
It was time. Amber, upon recognizing his cock was fully erect, grabbed firm hold of his cock and positioned it near her lips.
“Now… about what I said back at the bar…”
Before he could ask what she meant, she shoved his bulging cock in her mouth and wrapped her tongue underneath it, and slid it in as far as she could comfortably fit. It was huge, but she was surprised at how much she could handle. She wanted more. “Oh!” Ryan moaned in pleasure, clearly shocked—and delighted—with Amber’s mouth wrapped around his offering.
Her mouth full, Amber couldn’t talk, but didn’t need to—she could still get a message across. Shoving his cock further down her throat, she nearly reached the base, eager and willing. Ryan nearly melted against the wall—he was in heaven.
Inside her mouth, Ryan’s cock throbbed again and again, becoming harder and harder. Amber thought he was already fully erect, but she was wrong. It was massive, a solid seven inches, Amber thought—about the maximum comfortable length, and especially thick. Amber was dripping wet with the possibility of having this massive beast inside of her.
After a minute or so, Ryan grabbed her by the shoulders, gesturing towards the other side of the room. Amber stood up, releasing his manhood from her warm, willing mouth. He grabbed her confidently, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. Amber gleefully laid back, wondering what would happen next.
Immediately, and without hesitation, Ryan stripped her down below the waist, panties and all. He couldn’t wait any longer. He plunged his mouth between her legs, his tongue ready and willing to pleasure her. Amber was in ecstasy. He moved his tongue left, right, up, down, every direction, finding the particular patterns that made Amber moan and moan and moan. She was in heaven.
He found the right patterns and repeated them. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t afraid to be aggressive when he found something that worked well for her. Amber was already reaching a climax after just sixty seconds or so - it usually took her fifteen minutes - and she didn’t hold back. He moved his tongue up, down, up, up … up … up … pressure … hold … down … up … up … up ... as Amber became closer … and closer…